Summer Squash
I have Mexico envy and I've got it bad. It wasn't even this bad the first time I tasted a fish taco.
Allow me to present the World Council of Lucha Libre (WCLL), Mexico's version of the WWF. I went through a phase where I watched professional wrestling thanks to a numbskull boyfriend, so I know a little bit about the business, and I have to say, I'm floored by Mexico's pizazz!
In the American version of entertainment wrestling, there are the hard core dudes, the Bad-A's, the terrifying villains, the bloodthirsty rednecks... but all the guys have one thing in common - they are formidable. Mexicans don't seem to have this same need for machismo and instead take a more creative route.
Among some of the characters in the WCLL is Maximo, a homosexual Roman in a short pleather toga who flirts with his opponents to put them off guard. Beware, his charms can be deadly!
Occasionally involved in the scuffles is Ke Monito, the WWCL mascot. He's a sky blue gorilla with an approachable smile. But his low center of gravity isn't enough to save him from being tumbled about like a soccer ball by masked fiends looking to get in some practice.
Keeping the female fans engaged are characters like Rosa Negra, a wilting Madonna wanna-be with a paper doily glued unfortunately to the middle of her face.
Dr. Wagner Jr. proves that even a medical school drop out can do great things if armed with his little sisters ballet leotard and an extra tub of butter.
The WCLL is full of these types of characters who seem to have just emerged from their mother's closet with a makeshift costume and an I-Am-Special attitude. Heavens I love them.
So I got to thinking... it doesn't look that hard, maybe I could be a professional wrestler too. But I'd need a gimic... I've recently weaned my baby and have found my top half to be sadly deflated while my lower regions retain their thunder thigh curse of my grandmothers. Perhaps my disturbing proportions could be my strength in the WCLL. Nobody could withstand me sitting on them. And so tonight I drew up my super-secret wrestling identity, "Summer Squash!" Promise not to blow my cover when I show up in your town on tour next month. You can guess what I'll do to you if you do...
Allow me to present the World Council of Lucha Libre (WCLL), Mexico's version of the WWF. I went through a phase where I watched professional wrestling thanks to a numbskull boyfriend, so I know a little bit about the business, and I have to say, I'm floored by Mexico's pizazz!
In the American version of entertainment wrestling, there are the hard core dudes, the Bad-A's, the terrifying villains, the bloodthirsty rednecks... but all the guys have one thing in common - they are formidable. Mexicans don't seem to have this same need for machismo and instead take a more creative route.
Among some of the characters in the WCLL is Maximo, a homosexual Roman in a short pleather toga who flirts with his opponents to put them off guard. Beware, his charms can be deadly!Occasionally involved in the scuffles is Ke Monito, the WWCL mascot. He's a sky blue gorilla with an approachable smile. But his low center of gravity isn't enough to save him from being tumbled about like a soccer ball by masked fiends looking to get in some practice.
Keeping the female fans engaged are characters like Rosa Negra, a wilting Madonna wanna-be with a paper doily glued unfortunately to the middle of her face.
Dr. Wagner Jr. proves that even a medical school drop out can do great things if armed with his little sisters ballet leotard and an extra tub of butter.The WCLL is full of these types of characters who seem to have just emerged from their mother's closet with a makeshift costume and an I-Am-Special attitude. Heavens I love them.
So I got to thinking... it doesn't look that hard, maybe I could be a professional wrestler too. But I'd need a gimic... I've recently weaned my baby and have found my top half to be sadly deflated while my lower regions retain their thunder thigh curse of my grandmothers. Perhaps my disturbing proportions could be my strength in the WCLL. Nobody could withstand me sitting on them. And so tonight I drew up my super-secret wrestling identity, "Summer Squash!" Promise not to blow my cover when I show up in your town on tour next month. You can guess what I'll do to you if you do...
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Here's the info I found on it:
"Popular wrestling, as we know it now, began in Europe in the 1900s in Switzerland. The style of fighting they developed was called schwinger, or swinging, and was very popular, quickly spreading to the UK, Austria, Germany, France and Spain. Similar to Greco-Roman style wrestling, it is still practiced in some areas of Europe. It was in Spain where it really caught on and began to develop.
In Spain it was called catch as catch can, but was later shortened to just catch. By the late 1940s, probably through cross-pollination with Mexico, catch had been dropped in preference to Lucha Libre. Up until the Spanish Civil War, the sport was run by the Corporacin Internacional de Catch and featured wrestlers from all over the world, even Japan. Many boxers were drafted into wrestling. The more colorful and exotic the wrestler, the better. Borrowed too from boxing were its corporate structure and the corruption. Wrestling matches were moved from town to town, often being held in the town square or hall. The matches moved to each town on a set route and timetable called a circuit, generally coming back to the same town each year at the same time. After the war, Lucha returned again to Spain, but by the early 1960s it had petered out and remains so until this day."
Can't get away from Lucha Libre. Now my own daughter has taken her place in that shadowy world!
DO YOU SMELL WHAT THE SQUASH IS COOKING??
And I like Maximo, or whatever his name is. He's going straight to the top of my "people I'd make out with even though I'm married" list.
I take it you liked Nacho Libre then? "The elders don't think I know a buttload about the gospel, but I do." Thats become my motto.
Welcome back, btw.
(Oh, and spend time with your children!)
It's amazing what a "break" from this addictive device can do for your heart and spirit.
I too loved Nacho Libre, and think your outfit ROCKS.
You can't have fish taco envy when you live in LA, otherwise known as a city that has the BEST Mexican food chain ever, RUBIO'S! Please eat a taco there and savor it for me. Lucky.
Ala Nacho Libre of course!
I laughed so hard at that movie.... yes, I DO have a small brain :))
Slainte~
Rachelle
Ps... I think I would be more of a watermelon!! I'll get you to design my costume! :)